The Legend of Zelda: The Ganondorf chronicles...
Note: This story takes place just before the events in Ocarina of Time, which chronologically was the first game in the series.
Another note: I have rated this story PG, because of the use of blood at many intervals, and the presense of hellish circumstances in chapter 3.
Chapter 4: The Destiny of Ganondorf
Ganondorf was working in his laboratory, when suddenly; there came a knock on the door.
Ganondorf responded without even looking up, "What?"
Nabooru immediately burst in, her training overcome by the excitement and happiness she felt! Today was a very special day! Today was the day that Ganondorf would find out the truth about his destiny!
"You've been summoned by Nalgori!" said Nabooru, "Hurry to the main hall!"
"You mustn't rush science, Nabooru," exclaimed Ganondorf in frustration, "this experiment took me weeks to set up, and I've no insane need to cause myself undue suffering."
Nabooru waited patiently for the next fifteen minutes, then Ganondorf rose from his seat, shook his head, and left his laboratory, saying, "I do wonder what reason she could have for summoning me."
Nabooru frowned. It had been five full years since the incident with the two legendary witches and she could see that every second of every day Ganondorf seemed to be getting a little less cheerful, and a little more disgusted with the world around him. It had been just as long since Ganondorf had had a proper talk with Yorges, although she herself had had many talks with him, and expressed her concern, she had a feeling that Yorges' tone would change if he actually saw what Ganondorf was becoming!
They had reached the center hall, and were entering it. Ganondorf blew out one of the candles on his way in, to signify his arrival. Nabooru blew out another.
As they reached the throne room, they heard Nalgori beckon them to come with the customary "C'mon in. It's so cold out there." (This was, of course, a joke, as there was no door between them, and at any rate, they all lived close enough to the desert that it hardly ever got very cold.)
Ganondorf mumbled something about "sickly sweet" under his breath, and took a seat, placing one leg upon the other. Nabooru, ever courteous, as Yorges had trained her to be, let him have the seat and stood behind him.
Nalgori snapped her fingers in sort of a leisurely gesture, and immediately, torches lit up all around the great hall, revealing each and every gerudo (about two hundred in all) gathered there. Each and every one was gazing at Ganondorf.
Nabooru was left speechless! Ganondorf simply smirked in sort of a half-satisfied way.
Nalgori said, "friends, we have gathered today on a most astounding holiday (and it was. It was the day when the gerudo celebrate devotion to a friend. A type of honor.) To celebrate the date when I, Nalgori the third midpoint leader of this century, am to step down as gerudo leader, and appoint a new leader. One who has been preparing hard for this day, Ganondorf, the 34th king of thieves!
"What!?"
Ganondorf had risen in the midst of the assembly, astonished and flabbergasted, but not upset in the least.
"You heard me," said Nalgori, "You are the 34th chosen one, who is to lead our people through the remainder of this century!"
"But I thought that the chosen ones were different from the other gerudo! I am a normal gerudo! How can this be!?"
Said Nalgori, "Look at the assembly, Ganondorf, then into this mirror, and know your destiny!"
Ganondorf looked at the assembly, it was full of fresh gerudo faces, some old, some young, and some around his mother's age, some his.
Then he looked in the mirror and froze! After all those years of never seeing his face, this is what he saw:
His skin was dark and smooth, and yet hard as wood, just like all the gerudo. No surprise there.
His ears were large and rounded at the end, like all the gerudos, only slightly larger.
His eyes gleamed with a desert fire, and the centers of his eyes were red, just like the gerudo. Also, his eyelashes were long and black, just like the gerudo.
There the similarities ended.
His mouth was wide, at least twice as wide as nabooru's and his teeth gleamed a beautiful shade of white.
The top of his head was completely coated with a blanket of red hair to which his big, bushy eyebrows seemed to be connected.
His chin was larger and more defined than the chins of those around him, and as for his body, it was a completely different shape from those of the other gerudo.
The biggest difference, however, was his nose.
He had an enormous, hawk like beak that differed so greatly from the cute little noses on all the faces around him, that he thought it grotesque.
He put down the mirror, his large, muscular hands shaking.
He looked more like Yorges than the gerudo.
"Why?" he said, "why didn't you tell me before?"
"We had to preserve your innocence," responded Nalgori, "if you had grown up knowing you were destined to be king, you would be far less innocent."
"I doubt that very much." said Ganondorf to her face, "I never asked to be your leader, I just wanted to invent things, create machines, potions, powders... I never wanted any part of this."
Nalgori smiled, and made a mistake! She responded, "I'm sure you'll be a far better leader than you ever were an inventor."
This angered Ganondorf, and he said, "I'm no good at leading myself anymore, but here's how well my inventions work!"
With that he held up his hand, so that everyone could see that it was partly hidden in a half-gauntlet made of leather, cotton, metal, and a large topaz! He then grabbed his chair in that hand, lifted it high for all to see, and threw it at the far wall of the assembly chamber (an estimated 2,000 feet away), where it collided with the solid stone, and was smashed into several small splinters! Fortunately, no one was killed.
Then he stormed out, using his gloved hand to punch a three-foot hole in the rock wall before leaving!
"Why?" said Ganondorf to himself outside, "why would they ever keep a thing like this from me? And most importantly, how can I ever trust them now that..." he stopped dead in his tracks. Words came back to him from earlier in his life, "Ah, they've been lying to you, haven't they? The gerudo. All your life!"
At that moment he knew that the answer to the riddle lay with Koume and Kotake.
He stood in front of the Sand Temple wearing the armor, which he himself had invented and crafted, and now he was ready to meet the two witches!
Slowly, the two materialized out of thin air. "What is it that you want?" asked both in unison.
"Don't play games with me!" replied Ganondorf, "You've twisted reality somehow, made me a chosen one, when all I wanted to be was rich and famous!"
"We have done nothing of the kind," said Koume, "but the gerudo are fools, and didn't tell you the truth about yourself to begin with."
"I refuse to believe it!" shouted Ganondorf, and as he raised his gauntlet, a brilliant yellow glow began to emanate from it!
"He does intend to harm us!" said Koume to Kotake, "Disperse!"
It would not be prudent to tell you in full about the battle between the young genius and the two maniacal witches, but I will tell you that Ganondorf won by no small margin!
He took Koume in one hand and Kotake in the other, and his arms began to glow with the electrical energy he had designed as part of his armor!
"I want the truth," said ganondorf stubbornly, "no tricks now!"
"Please... Put me down, and I'll tell you the whole thing!" said Koume in a rather pathetic voice.
Ganondorf sneered and dropped her on the ground with a thud, keeping Kotake held high in one hand, caught in an unbreakable grip!
He bent down on one knee so as to be face to face with the old witch, and she began to talk.
From what he could gather from the old woman's muddled words, she and her twin sister had been watching him from birth. He was indeed the chosen one, but she and her sister had sent him to the netherworld for a time to "make him a braver and stronger leader," although Ganondorf sensed that that might be a lie.
The two witches also said that they thought it was senseless to withhold the truth from ganondorf (on that they were telling the truth), and had done what they did for the sole purpose of correcting that (a lie). So now he ought to let them go (lie), since they had his best interests at heart (lie), and they certainly didn't intend to interfere with his activities any more (true).
Ganondorf however, was not stupid, and didn't buy it. He was eventually able to squeeze the whole truth out of them. That they were a couple of wretched witches who had been pursued by the gerudo for 300 years, and that they wanted to steal Ganondorf's innocence, so that the purity of gerudo leaders would be broken, and the gerudo would no longer hunt them down like animals (all of this is true).
Ganondorf felt no pity for them. Indeed, he was incapable of feeling pity anymore! He had used it all up in the netherworld!
However, he did see the advantage of having two powerful witches on his side, and thus, he decided to let them live.
"You two will live," he said in a hollow voice, "but in exchange for your lives, you must serve me as advisors and warriors, is that understood?"
"Very well," said both of them hesitantly, "we promise."
"I have something to ask your advice on right now!" he said in a hurry, as he released his grip on their throats.
"What is it?" asked Kotake.
"Should I accept the crown?"
"Of course you should! Don't be silly child! You wanted to be rich and famous. Well, here's your chance! Did you really need our advice for that?"
At that moment, Ganondorf gained something that the world would forever regret. Ambition, Desire, Greed!
"I don't like this one bit!" screamed out Koume in her high, screeching voice, after Ganondorf had left, "he's starting to become too powerful and ruthless to control!"
"It wasn't our plan to control him," responded Kotake, "it was our plan to make him ruthless so that we wouldn't be hunted like animals, remember?"
"So?"
"So all we have to do is humor the kid to be gainfully employed by the king of the gerudo as warriors and advisors! Who do you think will have the guts to hunt us now?"
"My sister, you are a genius!"
And they both floated away, cackling to themselves!
"I've made my decision!"
Ganondorf had barged into a meeting between Nalgori and the 17 gerudo land owners who resided within the acre. They had been discussing, among other things, what they would do if he never came back.
"I want to be the king!" shouted Ganondorf to the assembly at the top of his lungs, then he crossed his arms, and started tapping his foot on the floor.
"Um, of course." stammered Nalgori. She had half hoped that he wouldn't be coming back, after his little outburst that afternoon.
Ganondorf suddenly heard a voice from behind him, saying, "Well, Nabooru told me you'd gone bad, but I never expected to find a loud-mouthed little brat in your place."
Ganondorf spun around at the insult, swung his gauntlet at the voice, and yelled, "Who dares insult the new king of thieves?!"
The figure ducked his gauntlet easily, grabbed it from underneath, and in a swift judo-esc movement, had Ganondorf on the floor! The stranger's foot was resting on Ganondorf's breastplate.
"You speak not to some peasant," spoke the stranger, "but to me," and with that he removed his hood, and a gleaming face so well known in Hyrule was revealed! A face seemingly unmarred by the last five years. "Yorges."
Ganondorf was on his feet again.
"Enough!" he panted, "You have no jurisdiction here, advisor to the hylian king, go away!"
Yorges slapped him across the face with a leather gauntlet, and dodged Ganondorf's well-aimed blow with practiced ease! Then Ganondorf was on the floor again!
"You've become such a fool since last we met! It was a mistake leaving you to your own devices. You ought to be whipped!"
While Yorges was scolding Ganondorf, Ganondorf made unsuccessful attempt after unsuccessful attempt to hurt Yorges, and each time, found himself on the floor again!
"I don't know what happened to cause this kind of change in you, Ganondorf, but I will find out, and when I do..."
At that moment, Yorges stepped back again, saying, "we'll meet again!"
He then flung something at the ground, and in a flash of light, he was gone!
15 years passed.
Note: This story takes place just before the events in Ocarina of Time, which chronologically was the first game in the series.
Another note: I have rated this story PG, because of the use of blood at many intervals, and the presense of hellish circumstances in chapter 3.
Chapter 4: The Destiny of Ganondorf
Ganondorf was working in his laboratory, when suddenly; there came a knock on the door.
Ganondorf responded without even looking up, "What?"
Nabooru immediately burst in, her training overcome by the excitement and happiness she felt! Today was a very special day! Today was the day that Ganondorf would find out the truth about his destiny!
"You've been summoned by Nalgori!" said Nabooru, "Hurry to the main hall!"
"You mustn't rush science, Nabooru," exclaimed Ganondorf in frustration, "this experiment took me weeks to set up, and I've no insane need to cause myself undue suffering."
Nabooru waited patiently for the next fifteen minutes, then Ganondorf rose from his seat, shook his head, and left his laboratory, saying, "I do wonder what reason she could have for summoning me."
Nabooru frowned. It had been five full years since the incident with the two legendary witches and she could see that every second of every day Ganondorf seemed to be getting a little less cheerful, and a little more disgusted with the world around him. It had been just as long since Ganondorf had had a proper talk with Yorges, although she herself had had many talks with him, and expressed her concern, she had a feeling that Yorges' tone would change if he actually saw what Ganondorf was becoming!
They had reached the center hall, and were entering it. Ganondorf blew out one of the candles on his way in, to signify his arrival. Nabooru blew out another.
As they reached the throne room, they heard Nalgori beckon them to come with the customary "C'mon in. It's so cold out there." (This was, of course, a joke, as there was no door between them, and at any rate, they all lived close enough to the desert that it hardly ever got very cold.)
Ganondorf mumbled something about "sickly sweet" under his breath, and took a seat, placing one leg upon the other. Nabooru, ever courteous, as Yorges had trained her to be, let him have the seat and stood behind him.
Nalgori snapped her fingers in sort of a leisurely gesture, and immediately, torches lit up all around the great hall, revealing each and every gerudo (about two hundred in all) gathered there. Each and every one was gazing at Ganondorf.
Nabooru was left speechless! Ganondorf simply smirked in sort of a half-satisfied way.
Nalgori said, "friends, we have gathered today on a most astounding holiday (and it was. It was the day when the gerudo celebrate devotion to a friend. A type of honor.) To celebrate the date when I, Nalgori the third midpoint leader of this century, am to step down as gerudo leader, and appoint a new leader. One who has been preparing hard for this day, Ganondorf, the 34th king of thieves!
"What!?"
Ganondorf had risen in the midst of the assembly, astonished and flabbergasted, but not upset in the least.
"You heard me," said Nalgori, "You are the 34th chosen one, who is to lead our people through the remainder of this century!"
"But I thought that the chosen ones were different from the other gerudo! I am a normal gerudo! How can this be!?"
Said Nalgori, "Look at the assembly, Ganondorf, then into this mirror, and know your destiny!"
Ganondorf looked at the assembly, it was full of fresh gerudo faces, some old, some young, and some around his mother's age, some his.
Then he looked in the mirror and froze! After all those years of never seeing his face, this is what he saw:
His skin was dark and smooth, and yet hard as wood, just like all the gerudo. No surprise there.
His ears were large and rounded at the end, like all the gerudos, only slightly larger.
His eyes gleamed with a desert fire, and the centers of his eyes were red, just like the gerudo. Also, his eyelashes were long and black, just like the gerudo.
There the similarities ended.
His mouth was wide, at least twice as wide as nabooru's and his teeth gleamed a beautiful shade of white.
The top of his head was completely coated with a blanket of red hair to which his big, bushy eyebrows seemed to be connected.
His chin was larger and more defined than the chins of those around him, and as for his body, it was a completely different shape from those of the other gerudo.
The biggest difference, however, was his nose.
He had an enormous, hawk like beak that differed so greatly from the cute little noses on all the faces around him, that he thought it grotesque.
He put down the mirror, his large, muscular hands shaking.
He looked more like Yorges than the gerudo.
"Why?" he said, "why didn't you tell me before?"
"We had to preserve your innocence," responded Nalgori, "if you had grown up knowing you were destined to be king, you would be far less innocent."
"I doubt that very much." said Ganondorf to her face, "I never asked to be your leader, I just wanted to invent things, create machines, potions, powders... I never wanted any part of this."
Nalgori smiled, and made a mistake! She responded, "I'm sure you'll be a far better leader than you ever were an inventor."
This angered Ganondorf, and he said, "I'm no good at leading myself anymore, but here's how well my inventions work!"
With that he held up his hand, so that everyone could see that it was partly hidden in a half-gauntlet made of leather, cotton, metal, and a large topaz! He then grabbed his chair in that hand, lifted it high for all to see, and threw it at the far wall of the assembly chamber (an estimated 2,000 feet away), where it collided with the solid stone, and was smashed into several small splinters! Fortunately, no one was killed.
Then he stormed out, using his gloved hand to punch a three-foot hole in the rock wall before leaving!
"Why?" said Ganondorf to himself outside, "why would they ever keep a thing like this from me? And most importantly, how can I ever trust them now that..." he stopped dead in his tracks. Words came back to him from earlier in his life, "Ah, they've been lying to you, haven't they? The gerudo. All your life!"
At that moment he knew that the answer to the riddle lay with Koume and Kotake.
He stood in front of the Sand Temple wearing the armor, which he himself had invented and crafted, and now he was ready to meet the two witches!
Slowly, the two materialized out of thin air. "What is it that you want?" asked both in unison.
"Don't play games with me!" replied Ganondorf, "You've twisted reality somehow, made me a chosen one, when all I wanted to be was rich and famous!"
"We have done nothing of the kind," said Koume, "but the gerudo are fools, and didn't tell you the truth about yourself to begin with."
"I refuse to believe it!" shouted Ganondorf, and as he raised his gauntlet, a brilliant yellow glow began to emanate from it!
"He does intend to harm us!" said Koume to Kotake, "Disperse!"
It would not be prudent to tell you in full about the battle between the young genius and the two maniacal witches, but I will tell you that Ganondorf won by no small margin!
He took Koume in one hand and Kotake in the other, and his arms began to glow with the electrical energy he had designed as part of his armor!
"I want the truth," said ganondorf stubbornly, "no tricks now!"
"Please... Put me down, and I'll tell you the whole thing!" said Koume in a rather pathetic voice.
Ganondorf sneered and dropped her on the ground with a thud, keeping Kotake held high in one hand, caught in an unbreakable grip!
He bent down on one knee so as to be face to face with the old witch, and she began to talk.
From what he could gather from the old woman's muddled words, she and her twin sister had been watching him from birth. He was indeed the chosen one, but she and her sister had sent him to the netherworld for a time to "make him a braver and stronger leader," although Ganondorf sensed that that might be a lie.
The two witches also said that they thought it was senseless to withhold the truth from ganondorf (on that they were telling the truth), and had done what they did for the sole purpose of correcting that (a lie). So now he ought to let them go (lie), since they had his best interests at heart (lie), and they certainly didn't intend to interfere with his activities any more (true).
Ganondorf however, was not stupid, and didn't buy it. He was eventually able to squeeze the whole truth out of them. That they were a couple of wretched witches who had been pursued by the gerudo for 300 years, and that they wanted to steal Ganondorf's innocence, so that the purity of gerudo leaders would be broken, and the gerudo would no longer hunt them down like animals (all of this is true).
Ganondorf felt no pity for them. Indeed, he was incapable of feeling pity anymore! He had used it all up in the netherworld!
However, he did see the advantage of having two powerful witches on his side, and thus, he decided to let them live.
"You two will live," he said in a hollow voice, "but in exchange for your lives, you must serve me as advisors and warriors, is that understood?"
"Very well," said both of them hesitantly, "we promise."
"I have something to ask your advice on right now!" he said in a hurry, as he released his grip on their throats.
"What is it?" asked Kotake.
"Should I accept the crown?"
"Of course you should! Don't be silly child! You wanted to be rich and famous. Well, here's your chance! Did you really need our advice for that?"
At that moment, Ganondorf gained something that the world would forever regret. Ambition, Desire, Greed!
"I don't like this one bit!" screamed out Koume in her high, screeching voice, after Ganondorf had left, "he's starting to become too powerful and ruthless to control!"
"It wasn't our plan to control him," responded Kotake, "it was our plan to make him ruthless so that we wouldn't be hunted like animals, remember?"
"So?"
"So all we have to do is humor the kid to be gainfully employed by the king of the gerudo as warriors and advisors! Who do you think will have the guts to hunt us now?"
"My sister, you are a genius!"
And they both floated away, cackling to themselves!
"I've made my decision!"
Ganondorf had barged into a meeting between Nalgori and the 17 gerudo land owners who resided within the acre. They had been discussing, among other things, what they would do if he never came back.
"I want to be the king!" shouted Ganondorf to the assembly at the top of his lungs, then he crossed his arms, and started tapping his foot on the floor.
"Um, of course." stammered Nalgori. She had half hoped that he wouldn't be coming back, after his little outburst that afternoon.
Ganondorf suddenly heard a voice from behind him, saying, "Well, Nabooru told me you'd gone bad, but I never expected to find a loud-mouthed little brat in your place."
Ganondorf spun around at the insult, swung his gauntlet at the voice, and yelled, "Who dares insult the new king of thieves?!"
The figure ducked his gauntlet easily, grabbed it from underneath, and in a swift judo-esc movement, had Ganondorf on the floor! The stranger's foot was resting on Ganondorf's breastplate.
"You speak not to some peasant," spoke the stranger, "but to me," and with that he removed his hood, and a gleaming face so well known in Hyrule was revealed! A face seemingly unmarred by the last five years. "Yorges."
Ganondorf was on his feet again.
"Enough!" he panted, "You have no jurisdiction here, advisor to the hylian king, go away!"
Yorges slapped him across the face with a leather gauntlet, and dodged Ganondorf's well-aimed blow with practiced ease! Then Ganondorf was on the floor again!
"You've become such a fool since last we met! It was a mistake leaving you to your own devices. You ought to be whipped!"
While Yorges was scolding Ganondorf, Ganondorf made unsuccessful attempt after unsuccessful attempt to hurt Yorges, and each time, found himself on the floor again!
"I don't know what happened to cause this kind of change in you, Ganondorf, but I will find out, and when I do..."
At that moment, Yorges stepped back again, saying, "we'll meet again!"
He then flung something at the ground, and in a flash of light, he was gone!
15 years passed.
